I pour tomatoes and chop sweet onion. Then snip parsley frills and crush the basil, sprinkle salt, add spoonful of sugar. Stir.
I race against the clock. Hurry. A tasty sauce takes time to simmer.
But hungry stomachs will arrive at six.
I rattle glasses, bang stainless, wash and wipe.
Outside a silver needle threads its way across the sky, straight and slow.
Autumn swirls its colors in the breeze. Time crunches underfoot.
A hawk soars in circles high over khaki corn. It’s in no hurry.
A cardinal perches on the clothesline T.
A one-eyed black cat glances my way, then saunters toward the edge.
I lay down my sponge and pick up my camera.
I must squeeze the juice of this one moment while I still can see.
There is no hurry.
I love the cat! Visiting from FMF, love that you chose to stop and get the pictures while you could. I made sauce last night as well and raced the clock, still didn’t sit down to eat until after 7, I guess that’s early by some folks reckoning! Oh, to be on nature’s time! Nancy
OH my goodness I have to leave another comment! I just read your about page. I married in 1972, I have three kiddos and 7 grands, I too am a nurse, and keep my license up to date- “just in case”. And, for me writing has always been “it”.N
Enjoyed this post.
Thanks, Denise!
Squeeze the juice of this one moment while I can still see it…there is much truth in this statement. I love this post, Sandy.
Mary
http://www.marybonner.net/
And taste it… 😉
Thank you, Mary.
Stopping long enough to capture each moment. So beautiful. Have a great weekend.
Hi, Barbie! Happy weekend to you, too.
Sigh. Lovely. Thank you.
🙂 🙂
These are the things we learn only when we learn to be okay with who we are, and where in our life timeline we happen to be.